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Frank's triple-tapped the last of these assholes when he realizes there's still someone alive in the dark.

"Show yourself," he shouts, and there's a strange, bony thud. "Get out here with your hands on the back of your head and maybe I won't put a bullet in your skull."

There's a weird shuffling noise, and then someone, wriggling painfully-looking on their knees, comes out of the shadows and collapses two feet in front of Frank, shaking faintly.

Frank sees a glint of metal and cocks the gun, and then realizes it's not a weapon, it's a metal collar around the neck of this poor man, who can't be more than twenty-one at the most.

"It's okay," Frank says stupidly. He's never been around slaves before; Maria and him had always been staunch abolitionists. "I don't--I'm not gonna shoot you," he adds, because slaves aren't the enemy, not really.

The poor guy's still lying submissively on the floor, almost hyperventilating. Frank thinks about what to do, and realizes abruptly that he can't leave the guy here or drop him at a hospital or something, because slaves who were property of criminals get sold on the open market, and it's not good for them.

He clicks the safety back on, and then squats down next to the shivering guy, and says low and not quite growling, "Hey, what's your name?"

The guy shivers and says, slowly, "My name is what you want it to be, Master."

Frank snorts and says, "I don't want platitudes, what's your actual name?"

A pause and a very scared voice says, "Matt."

"Okay, Matt," he says, standing up, "Here's what we're going to do. You're gonna get up, give me whatever weapons you have on you, if any, and then we're gonna get out of here before the cops come. I'm not putting you on the open market, it's basically murder."

Matt shifts from one foot to another as he stands up, and hangs his head, and Frank can tell he wants to ask something else.

"Got any questions?"

"Um. Master--" Matt sounds completely terrified out of his mind, fuck, "Can we--there's another slave that Mas--Mister Callione owned. Can we get him too? Or--"

"Yes," Frank says after a second. "Then we have to get out of here."

--

They get the other slave, who turns out to be named Peter and looks about eighteen, with mussed hair and chains that tie him to a bed. Matt helps him stand up, slinging an arm over his shoulder, and between the three of them they get to Frank's jeep and the entire fuck out of there pretty quickly.

Frank gets them to a safehouse--one of the few ones with space for three people, though Matt and Peter will have to share a bed--and gets them inside unseen. It's about when Matt stands around, looking vaguely at nothing, and Peter staggers inside, that Frank realizes two things.

One, Matt's blind. How he's compensating so ridiculously well, Frank has no idea, but he's definitely blind. He tests it out with a flashlight, and, yeah, no pupil response.

Two, Peter's walking funny, and also has a fucking gag in his mouth. It's matte beige-colored plastic, so Frank didn't realize it earlier, but then he turns to Matt and snaps, "Take that gag out of him, for fuck's sake."

Frank feels a twinge of guilt at how fast and obviously scared Matt removes the gag, which turns out to be a long, thick dildo gag. Frank stares at for a moment, admiring the strangely realistic veins, and then turns away before he does something violent and good-feeling but stupid.

--

Peter is more than a little scared, now.

At first he'd been frightened of the gunshots he could hear, and then Matt and a big-looking dangerous free man had come in and unlocked him, and Matt had muttered in his ear that their owners were dead and the free man with guns was their new master. Peter had been okay with that, a little bit, because honestly their previous master had been cruel and unpredictable, but now he's frightened because this Master is glaring murderously at the gag as Matt takes it out.

Peter forces himself to stay as calm as he can as Master turns away and then turns back and says, slowly, "Okay, kid, where are you hurt?"

Peter's so surprised he says, dumbly, "Huh?"

"You're walking strangely. Why? Is your ankle sprained? Leg healed wrong?"

Peter blinks and then turns his back to Master and bends over, and shows him the locked-in toy. It's a punishment, and Peter's definitely not supposed to take it out himself, but Master asked.

Peter catches Matt's face and a small curling smile, and Peter realizes that Matt likes this new Master, and so Peter realizes with a faint shiver and a twitch of his cock that he does, too. This Master is taller and bigger than them both, strong and fierce and very, very sculpted. Peter's legs shake a little as he realizes how he wants to be fucked, now, and have Master seal the deal.

Master curses under his breath and says to himself, "A fucking padlock, Jesus christ," and then says to Matt, "Get me a bobby pin or a lockpick or something from one of the drawers."

Then he pauses and adds, "The drawers are four feet to your left."

Peter blinks in surprise--Masters actually telling Matt where things were? how strange--and makes himself hold the position.

Matt comes back to Master with a bobby pin, and so Master fiddles with the lock--which makes the toy jiggle and move inside Peter, and against that one spot that feels incredible pressed on, and Peter moans.

Master pauses for a second and then keeps going, and Peter's flushed and hard when Master finishes and gets the lock off. Then he steps backwards, and Peter takes it as the cue for him to reach behind and take out the toy, all ten inches of it, and whines with relief and newfound need. He's been on edge for days now with it inside him, wanting badly.

--

Frank swallows at the sight of that monster thing emerging from the kid, and looks away and thinks about tax regulations to suppress the erection. It is not okay to be turned on by slaves who have been tortured.

Frank thinks about it and realizes that if they've been owned by the asshole Frank's been after for months, then they really might not tell Frank if either of them had anything else on or in them that was hurting them. Criminals rarely kept slaves; they were ready-made witnesses. But the kid's so docile and Matt's blind, so that explains that.

Frank swallows, and as he goes to get a pair of gloves, he asks them both, "Is there anything inside either of you two?"

--

Matt bites his lip and moans at Master's words, pulling off his jeans and fingering himself with some spit. He hasn't been fucked in weeks, either, and he's horny and ready, and this Master is so very attractive.

Peter's fingering himself too, legs twitching with want, making tiny little noises that drive Matt crazy.

Master takes a deep breath and pushes his fingers--which sound odd, like he's wearing gloves, and Matt realizes it must be because they're dirty sluts and he doesn't want to touch any come on the inside, and flushes with squirmy humiliation--into Peter, and Matt moans and wriggles his ass on his fingers in desire, which makes Master turn his head to Matt's direction long enough for his probing fingers to slip over Peter's prostate and Peter sobs and comes, shooting onto his face and chest.

Matt drops to his knees and crawls forward as Master takes another deep breath, going to comb through Peter's pubic hair, turning him around, and wraps two fingers in a ring around the base of Peter's cock, feels upwards, plays with the head and then moves off. Matt's surprised but pleased when Master moves and does the same to him, and then when Master's fingers go down further Matt flips over easily, hands and knees like a good boy, and Master's fingers go briefly inside, looking for things, and then he pulls off and away.

Matt's confused when Master tosses the gloves in the trash, throws two pieces of clothing at him and Peter, says gruffly, "Put these on," and then immediately goes to a bathroom and locks the door.

Dildo origins anon here to say that this is amazing and I want to like, knit yiu some gloves or something in thanks

This? Is gorgeous.

I love how Matt asks for Frank to take Peter too, even though he's obviously terrified at questioning his new master.

And Frank's so thoroughly decent here, he's going to so much effort to avoid taking advantage of Peter and Matt, and it shows, even when you're writing from their point of view and they don't understand what he's doing.

One last thing that really caught me fancy was Matt thinking of himself and Peter as 'dirty sluts' and his reaction to that.

This is wonderful and I can't wait for more!!! Also, when you said Matt was 21, I immediately pictured long-haired twink Charlie Cox from Stardust. Being banged by Punisher...Hhhnnngggg...

Frank takes a deep breath once he's in the bathroom, washing his hands thoroughly. He's half-disgusted that he did that, however necessary it was (what if they had piercings that got infected, or some horrifying thing inside them that got them cut up?) and even more disgusted at his dick for being interested.

He reminded himself that a) these were slaves, b) it was probably just that he hadn't gotten laid in years, and c) they had been way too docile. There was something vaguely wrong with them, he knew it, and thinking of the kid Peter chained to a bed with a fucking padlocked torture device inside of him made the rage swell up until Frank punched the wall.

He realized approximately a second after he'd done it that this was probably a bad idea, and when he opened up the door to see two bodies pressed flat against the floor, hands behind their heads, faintly shaking with terror, he made himself storm out, lock the door behind him, and go to buy some supplies.

--

Matt shifted closer to Peter when Master had finished leaving the building, still stomping with rage. Matt didn't know what he and Peter had done wrong, but he hoped Master wouldn't be too violent. Matt had cracked ribs.

But in the meantime, Peter needed water and it couldn't hurt Matt, either. So Matt got up, pulled Peter up too, and they took turns drinking from the sink faucet, quickly as they could.

Then Peter turned to Matt, voice better, and whispered, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to come, I thought Master would do it for you too."

Matt shrugs, and whispers back, "It's fine, you've been punished for two weeks like that, you deserve to come before me," and he tenses a little at having said that, because even if Master's not actually here at the moment, he might have bugs, and besides, it's not smart to encourage a bad attitude in either of them.

Master's gone for maybe two hours--and Peter and Matt both discreetly use the bathroom, figuring that unless directed, Master probably doesn't want them spilling on the floor--and then they find the comfiest spot to kneel on the floor. It's in the living room, where the carpet is thick shag, and Peter tells Matt it's cream-colored too, so Matt and Peter will have to be extra good so they don't bleed on it. Masters hate bloodstains on carpets.

--

Frank makes himself stomp around the grocery store and get one of just about everything. He has to get this rage out somehow, and he can't very well go out and shoot some more assholes when he's got two slaves stuck in a house without food. Hell, he doesn't even know if they'd eat without him directing them to.

He hesitates over the condoms and lube because he doesn't want to give them (or himself) any ideas, but given the way they reacted, maybe they'd want to use them for sex between themselves. Frank gets a jumbo pack of condoms because they don't go bad and the plainest lube in a small bottle.

After that, he gets some Chinese food, and when he gets back to the safehouse (going in multiple routes and semi-random turns, just to be safe), he sees that Matt and Peter are kneeling on the living room floor when he hauls all the groceries up in one trip.

Frank stops what he'd doing for a second, takes a very deep breath, and says, voice as calm as it gets anymore, "Come over here and dig in."

They both rise and walk in a synchronized, creepily fluid motion, and with further encouraging grunts get themselves a little bit of everything on plates and start to eat with their fingers. Frank doesn't let himself think about them not being allowed to or even knowing how to use cutlery, and instead gets himself a big plate and eats after putting away the groceries--the cold ones, anyway. The warm ones stay out.

It's late and he's feeling exhausted, so he checks the locks and shields, makes sure the windows are still curtained and locked shut, goes into the second bedroom, tells Matt and Peter that they can sleep there, takes a quick shower, and falls asleep with a Glock in his hand on his chest.

--

The next morning, Frank gets up to the unpleasant sensation of someone moving around in his safehouse. Then he realizes that Matt's apparently cooking and Peter's helping--he sees a plate piled high with sausage, bacon, pancakes, two fried eggs with the edges crispy, and toast with butter and jam and maple syrup set out.

It's weird, but Frank also is hungry as fuck, so he sits down to eat and notices that Matt and Peter are not eating and Peter's staring longingly at his plate.

Oh, for fuck's sake, he thinks. They won't even eat without him telling them? He wishes he could resurrect and murder those pieces of fucking shit all over again. He's going to step up his punishing of slaveowners.

Frank takes a deep breath, sees Peter flinch, and says calmly, "Why don't you two grab yourselves some to eat as well?"

They both look confused, but get some too, and eat it quickly, holding their plates to their chests and facing away from each other. It hurts to see, so Frank looks down, deposits his plate in the sink, goes to clean his guns, remembers his manners, and tells them, "Thanks for breakfast, it's good food," and locks himself in his bedroom.

--

When Frank comes out for lunch, he sees Matt and Peter on the floor of the living room, writhing slowly. It takes him a moment to realize Matt's fingering open Peter, and he gets temporarily mesmerized by the swollen hole clenching open and shut again Matt's long fingers. Then he feels disgusted with himself and tries his best to ignore them as he gets a sandwich and retreats again.

They're fucking again when he comes out for leftover Chinese for dinner, though this time Peter's licking Matt's cock like he loves it, like it's a present, and it takes Frank a second less to tear his gaze away and get the fuck out of there.

They'll calm down or at least stop fucking in the open pretty soon, he tells himself.

Two weeks later, he's deeply wrong and at the end of his rope.

Matt didn't know what he and Peter had done wrong, but he hoped Master wouldn't be too violent. Matt had cracked ribs.

Oh....ouch. Matt just assumes that he's going to be Frank's whipping boy. And then the implication of that last sentence, that he's only hoping Frank won't be too violent because he's currently injured.

It was good to see Peter and Matt demonstrating some self-care, even if it wasn't much, and the fact that they won't eat without orders too is painful as well - unless that was mostly because Frank's still a new Master to them.

Do Peter and Matt think they're allowed to come while putting on these shows for Frank, or do they just keep on edging and Frank just hasn't noticed?

They haven't come yet in these two weeks, having been experimenting with different sex acts to see which ones work the best, and haven't worked up the nerve to see if Master likes them orgasming. (Peter having the gag and dildo locked inside him for two weeks was a punishment for coming without permission, so they're especially nervy about that.)

And yeah, Matt's been the recipient of more physical violence--mostly because Matt can tailor his reactions to what the criminals/mafia wanted better than Peter, and because Matt heals faster. There was also more actual resentment towards Matt, because he got to be a semi-bodyguard/human shield, and they were mildly jealous. Plus Callione liked to humiliate underlings sometimes by telling them that Matt was smarter than them, so they hated him.

Peter, on the other hand, has also been the recipient of plenty of physical violence, but less 'cracked ribs and broken fingers' and more 'violent rape for hours while being choked'.

Yeah, the eating only when told to thing is a thing they were taught early on, and since they don't want to poke Frank too hard (and they're already kind of doing that with the sex shows, because they haven't been given explicit permission) they won't risk his wrath for eating without permission. Historically, their masters have been less angry with them for having sex with one another--they find it hilarious/humiliating/proof that they are in fact sluts who need to be fucked all day or they'd work themselves up to having fits, the poor dears--than for things like eating without permission, sleeping on a bed without having earned it, etc.

And I don't think Frank's noticed just yet--he's trying hard to unsee all of it--but he'll get more perceptive in the next chapter.

DA, regarding the gag dildo: was it hollow, then, to allow for a sort of forcefeeding? Because ordering Matt to borderline drown Peter with protein shakes (I was going to say 'and to pee in Peter's mouth when he has no choice but to swallow or choke', but I don't know if that crosses a line) or let him starve seems like a damn effective way to mess with their heads.

And keep Peter able to move without passing out if any gun-toting maniacs try to rescue them.

You know, I hadn't quite thought about it, but probably, yeah. Because I don't think they'd want Peter *dying*, or too dizzy/weak to ride Callione when the punishment was over (at the end of the third week), but they also would want him hungry and Matt participating in the punishment, so yeah, it's probably got some hollow center that can be removed if you pull it from the outside, and they had Matt pour shitty-tasting protein shakes down, and Matt shook on the inside as he tried hard not to choke or drown Peter.

But if anyone was pissing in Peter's mouth to make him drink it, it wasn't Matt, that was reserved for Callione or underlings he gave temporary permission to.

Frank can't take this any more.

It's been two weeks, and every time he's within sight of them, Matt and Peter are fucking.

It's not even that Frank thinks they are fucking for each other, anymore. It's way too deliberate for that; they're only ever fucking when he can see them. And they angle themselves in ways that look appealing and show-offy, but Frank knows from when he was married are actually more uncomfortable than anything else.

They seem to spend the rest of the time making a truly enormous amount of intensely delicious food, not touching it unless Frank told them to, washing everything except in Frank's bedroom, conferring with each other in whispers and doing what Frank guessed was crunches or yoga or something when he wasn't in the room. After three days, he'd been unable to stand the smell and told them take a shower every day, and they were so fast Frank would have thought they wouldn't actually be clean, but that wasn't the case.

So he headed out, not to buy more food or punish some slaveowners like he had in the week, but to crack and give in and call a fucking helpline, because it was that or scream at them to stop having sex, and that was not acceptable.

--

Matt takes a deep breath around the tight cords in his shoulders, and thinks about what to try next.

He and Peter have tried many things--the slow blowjobs, the very gentle sex, the nipple-play, spitroasting Peter with the dildo (that Master seemed to hate but hadn't thrown out for reasons unknown), licking and kissing each other's necks and mouths, even very delicate handjobs, fingering. At this point, he was going to try gluing or taping the gag dildo and the insertable together and having them both work on them with mouths and then holes together, because he genuinely didn't know what else to do.

It was torture, not being able to come but having to fuck multiple times a day, because they needed Master to fuck them. It was an irrefutable truth.

A long time ago, when Peter and Matt had been very young, they had doubted that they needed to be fucked by their master. To be fair, they were young enough that they hadn't been quite old enough to enjoy it yet, but it had been a lesson hard-learned. And now they both understood it in total: they needed to be fucked by Master. They were anxious and high-strung and exhausted with all the twitchy worrying they were doing--if Master even wanted them, if they were performing correctly, if they were too much filthy sluts who were only good for licking shoes and drinking piss to be even worth fucking.

But the thing was, Matt could tell that Master liked some of what they had done. He had liked when Matt had sat, legs spread, and gently held Peter's head done, murmuring that he was such a good boy and had a good tongue and knew how to use it, didn't he, oh yes he did, ahhh that felt so good, and when Matt had fingered Peter slowly open with far more lube than was strictly necessary and told him how tight and hot and good he was, how well he'd milk his cock, and then Peter rode him and Matt told Peter that he loved him and never wanted to be away from him, not ever again.

Master had liked the very slow blowjob Peter had done too, the delicate little licks like Matt's cock was the best thing he'd ever tasted, and Matt eating Peter out, making loud appreciate noises while Peter sobbed out how good it was.

Master had not liked some of the things--Peter using his mouth on the dildo-gag, Peter or Matt holding down one another's wrists, or Matt fucking Peter's face anything but slow and careful. It was torture, but they could improve. Sooner or later they'd hit upon the right thing, and then Master would be happy with them. He hadn't hit them once yet and told Matt and Peter the food was good every day, so it was just the sex that they hadn't gotten right yet.

--

Frank sighed to himself as he found a pamphlet with hotline numbers, and pulled up next to an alley with nobody else, and called.

"Hello, I'm Amelie, how can I help you with your slave?" A bright, bubbly fake voice chirped.

"They will not stop fucking," Frank snarled. He had nobody else to talk about this with. He didn't want anyone else knowing about Matt and Peter and carting them off to be hideously raped by the fucking cops and then thrown onto the open market and bought and hurt by more trash.

"Sir? Do they have sex at inappropriate times, or on furniture? Is that the problem?"

"No, they're always on the floor, but jesus fucking christ, they will not stop having sex in front of me. It's constant; every time I get up to do literally anything, there they are, going at it like Catholic bunnies."

"Have they been coming without permission as well all these times, sir?" The voice answered, and Frank had a bad feeling about this. He thought about it and realized that they had never once orgasmed in his hearing or sight, which was strange, and said "No."

"Well, that's a plus," the voice chirped. "Well, to stop errant slaves from behaviours you don't appreciate, we of course recommend punishment. Physical discipline reinforced by rewards when they behave is the best way to ensure a happy household all around."

Frank resisted the urge to snap the burner phone clean in half. It wouldn't help, anyway. "I'm not going to smack two kids for--trying to make me happy, or whatever it is they're aiming for."

"Sir? Have you fucked them yourself?"

"No. How is that relevant."

"Well, sir, slaves require regular fucking from owners, in order to help them understand their place, feel secure, and perform their duties. A great way to reward a slave is with more lubricant and/or orgasm during fucking. If you haven't fucked them, they may be attempting to entice you into fucking them. If you're not discipling them or otherwise establishing yourself as their owner, this may be an explanation of why they're so badly out of hand. Of course, if you wish to withhold it as a disciplinary measure or for other reasons, we do offer a range of products to help with your efforts."

"What."

"We have many chastity products, though depending on the genitals of the slaves and whether you think castration is an option you're interested in, some would work more appropriately than others. Of course, you can always train the desire for sex out of them with aversion conditioning, and to that end we offer a range of slave-veterinarian-certified shock collars--"

Frank threw the burner out the window and shot it twice. He couldn't listen to more of this trash.

This is so good! And sad! I'm a bad person because I can't wait for the next part. Keep up the good work!

Thank you so much! Can I ask what you liked about it?

He shot the phone. Just when I thought it couldn't get better you managed to squeeze in a little more delight.

If this was AO3 I'd be trying to give multiple kudos.

Thank you so much!

And yeah, Frank has No Fucking Patience for evil people, including women. (I'm thinking of that one lady he slammed against a glass window until it broke and threw her out.)

A long time ago
Too young to enjoy it
Ages 21 and 18

I knew that was coming, but it still hit me in the gut like a lead pipe. Oh boy, Frank. You thought the guilt from the examination was bad? You have no idea what kind of guilt awaits you once you've had sexual contact (willingly or not) with them.

I'm not going to continue reading because I'm probably not going to buy most attempts to reconcile Frank's horror and any kind of sexual relationship with them (unless it's the kind of dark gritty horror like that of your sink drains when you don't clean them for five years) but I liked it so far. How each of the different povs deals with the slavery aspect, and how even Matt's brainwashed 'this is fine' perspective gives a sense of creeping horror at the disconnect between his emotions and what's actually happening.

Great work, shine on you crazy diamond

Thank you so much! Psychological horror appears to be something I got good at this year.

And I probably won't actually write Frank having sexual contact with them? Because I'm not sure that the Frank I wrote actually ever would, unless it was, like, the saddest please-stop-crying-I-won't-sell-you fingering of all time, with Peter actively crying with gratitude as he sucked off Frank.

Off topic, I know, but 'please stop crying' fingering is literally how I lost my virginity and I had to stop and have a good laugh at the phrasing

AYRT
Oh! Looks like I totally ASS-u-me'd wrong. I figured (with little evidence other than the fact that it was on the kink meme) that eventually Frank would give in and they'd all have a happy sexy relationship while the implications of the horrific psychological/sexual abuse fell by the wayside

Def continuing to read then. I'm okay with horrific things as long as they're acknowledged as such. Lolita is a fascinating book, but when my bookclub all agrees that it's a lovely relationship and Humbert Humbert Did Nothing Wrong, it's time to get the hell out and find a bookclub that understands the concept of the unreliable narratator

I don't know, i guess the message here is just that I think it's really good. The simple, direct writing style works really well for Frank, and him double tapping the phone was a good way to lighten things up with a laugh. Can't wait to see where it's going

Re: FILL, Pt 3/?

(Anonymous) - 2015-12-18 20:17 (UTC) - Expand

And also, if you like dark gritty horror and/or cognitive dissonance/brainwashing, you might enjoy the fill for Opposite!Matt I'm writing here: http://daredevilkink.dreamwidth.org/6237.html?thread=11775325#cmt11775325

(TW in that fill for brainwashed crazycakes sex in pt 3, which Foggy does not realized is coerced/brainwashing at all.)

(Apologies if I misunderstood you--but also, if I do have Frank giving in and having sex with them, it definitely would be deep gritty psychological horror and possibly suicide all around, you never know.)

Frank drove around for hours and hours. He couldn't go back to Matt and Peter, look them in the eye, not yet, not when he felt slimy and repulsive all over for calling a fucking hotline. What had he been thinking?

So he found some slaveowners and killed that one, and that one, and that one too, pulling the trigger and getting back out of there almost mindlessly, letting all the rage come out of him.

He came back with sandwiches--full of meat and veggies for Matt and Peter both, as far as he could tell they loved just about anything except for olives or jalapenos--and drinks and chips, letting his brain tire itself out.

As he opened the door and got it shut again and locked, he realized that Matt was slowly fucking Peter's mouth and petting his hair while Peter fucked himself back onto a coke bottle, arms flat on the floor, eyes rolling back in his head, knees folded against the chair whose seat the bottle was taped to, and Matt was saying, voice low and amused and clearly quoting something someone had said to him, "I know what you want inside you is real cock at both ends, our master's cock, and I want it too, but you're a dirty slut, and dirty sluts don't get their master's cock until they've earned it, you poor little needy thing, and we haven't earned it yet."

Frank felt something inside of him start to shrivel up and die at the confirmation of what the evil, evil woman had said. They really wanted to be fucked by him.

His traitorous dick twitched at the thought in his pants and Matt's head cocked to the side, listening to Frank, and went on, "I know how good master's cock will feel, I bet it's large enough to even satisfy a pillow-princess size-queen like you, I bet he could pick me up and slam me against a wall and make me scream, hold either of us just by the throat as his cock fucked us open, made us normal again," and then he moaned and grabbed onto the base of his dick, squeezing hard.

Frank thought distantly that he really shouldn't be watching this, much less staring like he was, but after Peter's eyes swiveled around as much as they could and saw him, Peter's whole body shook and Matt reached down to pinch the base of Peter's cock too. They really weren't letting themselves come.

God, what had he done to them?

Frank swallowed and looked away as he set out the sandwiches, and carefully didn't look at either of them as he said, carefully, "You know that you guys can co--orgasm whenever you want, as long as you don't get anything on the guns or the kitchen counters."

There was a second of wary silence in which Frank couldn't stop himself from turning around and then Matt sobbed low in his throat and bent over Peter, holding his cock in place, saying frantically "Thank you thank you thank you master, ohh fuck, oh fuck master thank you you're so kind, thank you," and Peter trembled like an earthquake and his eyes turned soft and adoring too.

Matt reached over and very gently pulled Peter off the bottle and onto the floor, and started to crawl over to Frank, still saying apologies with his eyes fluttering half-shut from exhausted relief.

Frank retreated hastily to his bedroom, locked the door, and resisted the urge to shoot himself in the head just barely. He knew it wouldn't hurt that much. He knew Maria would've wanted it that way.

But this city needed the Punisher, so he took the barrel off his forehead and went back to cleaning it.

Oh fuck, this is what I get for posting right before a nap. The line "Matt reached over and very gently pulled Peter off the bottle and onto the floor, and started to crawl over to Frank, still saying apologies with his eyes fluttering half-shut from exhausted relief." should be "Matt reached over and very gently pulled Peter off the bottle and onto the floor, and started to crawl over to Frank, still saying thank-yous with his eyes fluttering half-shut from exhausted relief."

"as long as you don't get anything on the guns" I actually laughed pretty hard at that omg Frank.

I really love this! Frank's arousal despite his disgust and guilt, and Matt knowing and not understanding why Master wont just fuck them already.. And now that he's let them come, will they think that they have done the right thing and continue to put things in their asses that should NOT be there? Leading into Frank buying them some toys? Can't wait for the update!

Thank you so much!

And yeah, there will be another update soon with more of their POV, explaining their reasoning. (Such as: master clearly hates the dildos, so they should use other things.)

And I imagine semen and/or lube on guns is...not easy or fun to clean off, all things considered.

Matt was so happy.

He'd hit it right on the head of the nail, he'd gotten it so that they finally were good enough for Master that they could come, and when they came it was with audible noises, they couldn't help themselves.

Peter was happy too, curling up with Matt after Master left the room. Matt didn't make him get up--he was always nice to Peter as much as he could be--and instead got him the plate of sandwich too, and they ate, smiling. This Master was the best Master. This Master got them food and let them eat all the time--so much, three times a day, what a luxury--and let them sleep in a bed (it had taken a lot of daring to leave the door open *and* sleep in there, but Master had looked marginally more happy, Peter told him, after they slept on the bed instead of next to it or in the closet), and now let them come too.

Matt ate the delicious vegetables-meat-bread thing, letting his brain puzzle at the word for it, and thought about the elements of everything they'd done, and how to work it into future attempts at getting the even better reward at getting fucked by Master.

Matt whispered this to Peter, and Peter responded back that maybe of them could suck Master's cock when he was just barely awake? Master Jensen had always like that, how it made them seem insatiable and sweet to him.

Master Jensen was dead and also never went around killing masters, so Matt pushed away his faint if-only feelings of missing him. This master was better.

Matt also marked down the other elements of what they had done that was good enough to come to in his head. Object insertion, not the dildos, more talk of how bad they explicitly wanted Master's cock, denying their orgasm right in front of Master, and a little bit of the meanness. How Mistress Eloise used to talk to them.

Matt nodded to himself and relayed this to Peter. Tomorrow morning Peter would wake up Master with a good blowjob--and Peter was the best at blowjobs--and then he and Matt would tease out which of those things Master liked best and hit on the thing that would make Master snap and fuck them already.

Oh, no.

No.

no no no no nonononononononononono

>;)

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